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Back, aware:

A play of shine and shade relying upon a dream

And I try to find what's wrong with myself.

Trails and insights deviate my thoughts to a new discovery:

Of wasted time it tells.

A silent weapon for a quiet crime:

No wounds on my skin,

You crawl into my days

To wipe them from my head.

Your hold over me,

Running through my veins

Smothering hope for a future.

Your hold over me,

Time has run, you paint my life

As a distant bleary shape.

Blind and deaf until I broke the veil.

You still hang over me,

Feeding on my spirit, on my past,

Day by day…

A silent weapon for a quiet crime:

No wounds on my skin,

You crawl into my days

To wipe them from my head.

Your hold over me,

Running through my veins

Smothering hope for a future.

Your hold over me,

Time has run, you paint my life

On a black pitch canvas.

Your hold over me,

You hide yourself in plain sight,

You're a ghost under my skin

And you hang over me

Like a bullet to my brain.

How many days have gone

With no trace in me?

No memories, no fate,

The lines I've drawn behind me led astray.

Your hold over me,

Running through my veins

Smothering hope for a future.

Your hold over me,

Time has run, you paint my life

On a black pitch canvas.

Your hold over me,

You hide yourself in plain sight,

You're a ghost under my skin

And you hang over me like a bullet to my brain.